A new album by Bon Iver came out on Friday, but wrapped up in all the Jack Whiteness of this past weekend, I’m only getting to it today. To celebrate, we hear from another great poet taken up in Wisconsin (by way of Kentucky and Iowa), the delightful and austere Max Garland, and his poem “The Postal Confessions.”
There’s something interesting to discover between the poem and the intense connection I had to the music of Bon Iver that has now cooled. Maybe to heat up again?
